Second Chances

Chapter 17

It had been two weeks since my mum had left and returned to her home. In that time, she had been on a date with a guy called Lucas who was the same age as herself. She said he was good looking and was well mannered, but "he was a self-absorbed wannabe model with the personality of a wet sock". She wasn't too downhearted about it though. She was proud of herself for taking the first step.

Presently, I was in Fi's flat with Everett and Leon helping her sort out her things for her new job working as Leon's secretary. I say help. I was helping, whilst the boys were dossing it, drinking beer and playing FIFA in her living room. She had worked her two weeks' notice and was due to start in Leon's office the next day.

Fi and I were in her bedroom and she was panicking in true Ffion form. At this moment in time, her room looked like a tornado had hit it. There were clothes everywhere. The boys had popped their heads round the door about twenty minutes ago. They took one look at the scene that laid before them and their eyes widened at the carnage, their mouths hanging open. Fi had screeched at them to get out and they very quickly disappeared without even speaking a word. It was a wise move.

Fi let out a muffled frustrated scream. She was laying on top of one of the many mountains of clothes that were on the floor, face down, in a starfish. "What am I going to wear, A? I've not got anything smart enough for Leon's place. This is a disaster." In reality, she did have clothes to wear, she was just over reacting and crazy nervous about her first day.

I rolled my eyes as I stood up from her bed and grabbed hold of Fi's limp arm by her wrist and attempted to gently lift her up. "Come on, let me have a look and I'll see what I can find." She grudgingly stood up and heavily trudged over to her bed, plopping herself down with an annoyed huff.

I sifted through her clothes, putting away items that I didn't want as I went. Half-way through, Fi decided to get out of her mood and came and helped me. She left me to pick the clothes that I thought would be good enough to wear whilst she put the clothes away that I handed to her.

An hour and a half later we had five outfits for the entire week and we could now see her bedroom floor once again. Tomorrow's outfit consisted of a beige high-waisted straight skirt that stopped just above the knee, paired with a crisp white shirt that had three-quarter length rolled up sleeves and a long, yet modest, v-neckline. To accessorise, there was a thick brown belt with a gold buckle, brown open toe heels and a matching brown bag.

I was pretty impressed with myself. Usually it was Fi helping me with what to wear. But the tables had turned and I had stepped up and out done myself. I think Fi was impressed with me too. She stood with her arms loosely folded underneath her chest, observing the outfits I had chosen for her with a very happy and approving look on her face.

"So, I may have been a little bit dramatic for a moment there." Ffion stated as she hung the last item up in her wardrobe.

"You think?" I was rewarded with a double middle finger. Sarcasm may be the lowest form of whit, but it was my absolute favourite thing in the world.

"Listen here, I am humble enough to admit that that was not my finest hour. But, you've pulled together some really nice outfits for me. Maybe now you won't need me to help you from now on." She had an amused tone to her voice as she winked at me.

"Oh no, you aren't getting out of that one. This was a one off fluke. You will always and forever be the fashionista out of us two. Therefore, I will always need your help." Fi never gave herself enough credit for her unspoken talent when it came to clothes. I'd suggested it to her before about the possibility of her pursuing a career in being a stylist, but she brushed it aside. She didn't think she was talented enough or that anyone would like the outfits she'd create, but I have witnessed her quite literally make a black bin bag look half-decent.